The airport of Damascus receives not just one kind. He's pretty down hour of operation. In addition, the radiating not just the staff friendliness. I was among the first at the passport control. There are a few switches and a lot of foreigners to nationals. Unlike supermarket checkouts were open but all switches. But by no means here that it goes quickly. I introduced myself to the first switch for foreigners. Only one of me. One looked like a rich oil sheik. Something he discussed with the two in the glass box, gave them a stack of passports and disappeared into a waiting room. I advanced to the switch. However, I was honored not look. The two were busy trying to work through the stack of passports. So were 12 to 15 bottles. Each of them was leafing through from beginning to end, then anything compared in the computer, typed in a large book stamped and registered. This went on for 5 minutes, 10 minutes .... I looked around and thought to switch to another switch. But were very long queues everywhere and it seemed to go really fast to nowhere. So wait. 15 minutes. The stack is smaller. The comic oil sheik emerges again. I will continue to be ignored. The guy is talking with the two in the glass box, then turns around, a short call and will appear in the waiting room as 12-15 (almost exactly as many passes as in a glass box) dark figures. Oil sheik? Muslims? Dark figures? That reminds me! Could all women. I manage a look at one of the unfolded passports. Is actually a photo of a woman with head scarf indoors. So could actually be an oil sheik and his harem. But how can you really be sure? They all go past the glass case. The guy takes the stack of passports and they disappear towards Syria. No one has checked whether what is shown on the passport plugged under the cloak.